After dinner, some of us walked down from the En-Gedi hostel that we were staying at to the beach of the Dead Sea. We grabbed a few beers, found a seat by the beach, and sat overlooking the water. The stars – stars I wasn’t all together familiar with, hovered overhead. A half–moon was out, and bond-fires stretched out across the beach.
We talked, made jokes, etc., but being me, of course, I remarked a few times out loud: “ Can you believe it? We are sitting at the lowest part of the word, sitting on the beach of the Dead Sea and drinking a Heineken! Unbelievable!”
I needed someone to pinch me! Here I was, sitting only about 60 km from where God made his covenant with Abraham. In a place called Beer Sheva where God promised Abraham that he would become the Father of a great nation, whose sons would outnumber the stars in the sky, and whose daughters would outnumber the grains of sand on a beach.
Sitting with sand under my feet and stars over my head in the Promise Land, I’m glad that God keeps his promises!
Promise- promise you will come home- I hate preaching! the prep- the performance issues yuck! Hopefully some will come back to church by June 6th. - Anyway you can come home now we all miss you. But do shower - all that black stuff might smell.
ReplyDeleteOn a lighter note- it sounds like you are having a wonderful trip -restful and interesting.
Enjoy your last week!
K